The conversation between Basil Jaak and Bertram Jaak was calm and composed, as if no one else existed around them.
However, Warner and the others nearby were dumbfounded by what they saw.
This Basil Jaak is actually Bertram Jaak's son!?
They thought it was just a rumor... but it's actually true...
"You few, I've come today, what do you have to say?" After Bertram Jaak finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Warner and the others, his gaze carrying a hint of authoritative anger.
"What do you mean? Humph, Bertram Jaak, what do you want to say?"
Ayden sneered, "Do you think it's still the past? Do you think you can now take on dozens of Immortal Lords alone? Humph, you're highly overestimating yourself. Now, our combat power is not what it was when we first entered the Immortal Lord realm. With your strength, the question isn't what you want to say to us, but what we should ask you!"
"Hahaha..."
